I roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I'm lulled into a sort of peace. The sky, the sky--same as it always was.

You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control.

Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.

Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!

When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.

Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.

What else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That’s the reality of getting old, and I guess that’s really the crux of the matter. I’m not ready to be old yet.